“If something burns your soul with purpose and desire, it’s your duty to be reduced to ashes by it. Any other form of existence will be yet another dull book in the library of life.” ― Charles Bukowski

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Poem and sketch by j.h.white. …..I am aware that microbes are single cell organisms. In representing my relationship with them in this series though, I prefer immersion without thought, surrendering to the imaginative, perceptual and sensate possibilities. Symbiotic microcosmic navigation amongst my tribes….xxoo

Thank you for noticing Hariod…
And I believe I have you to thank for this turn in direction….
Something nudged when you visited an earlier post on microbes.
So generous of you!
Round and round we go… deeper still
In this ticklish meditation…
Jana xxoo

Good one Jana. Kind of Blakeian in its audacity and I will also quote some Bukowski if I may, the last four lines from “Dinosauria, we”:
‘And there will be the most beautiful silence never heard
born out of that
the sun still hidden there
awaiting the next chapter’

autonomous inner fires
burning outward
through caves of cells
opening passages
for the outer to slide in
oscillations of wonder
unscripted passion
energies passing
in and out
rubbing antennae
creating mythologies
of friction and desire
with words inscribed
in ash and flame

raw and sudden thoughts
at the moment of immersion
in the sensual lines
of your drawing
and writing

Thanks Tiffany. I’m pleased you think so. I keep bouncing in some direction, holding my hand out to catch whatever comes by. It’s about all I have time for now a days.
Is this what they call “Keeping your hand in?” xxoo